My nipples explode with delight.
I wish I had exploding harpoon nipples of death too. It's not fair. All I have are these stupid free range nipples I got off ebay. I think the previous owner was a woman with, like, ninety thousand kids 'cos their all hard and chapped. I tried putting lotion on them but the man at the library told me 'You can't do that in here!' and said I had to leave. I said no and he gave me a fine. He really threw the book at me... you see that? 'you see what I did there?
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You see that?
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Didja?
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Anyhow. I guess you have to be a cowboy to have nipples like that. Huh? Hey, if they had exploding harpoon nipples of death in yester times, why did they have guns and bows and arrows and stuff? That doesn't make any sense. I think you're lying. I don't think exploding nipples are real. In fact, I don't even think Cowboy K is a real cowboy. You're a sham and a charlatan. All this jiggery pokery is enough to make....
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Argh, forget it! I'm bored now.